It's All In Your Head {Sequel to STCG}

Chapter 3 ~ Mum's Surprise

[Just so y'know this chapter is much longer. And there's not really any horror but that'll be back in the next chapter]

"Emma, I'm sorry," Mum said apologetically, entering my room.

I took a deep breath, "No Mum... I'm sorry. It's my own fault for going on that trip. Not yours."

There was an awkward silence, and we shifted around uncomfortably in our places.

"Apology accepted. Is mine?"

I chuckled and went over to hug her. As I did, I mumbled, "yes."

She let go of me and held my shoulders, looking straight into my eyes.

"And I want you to know I did it out of love."

"What out of love!?" I asked, confusedly.

"I payed a lot of money for you to see a professional psychiatrist. She'll help you deal with the hallucinations and maybe getting rid of them.

Now listen Emma Thompson! I don't want another argument and I've already booked the first appointment, so you're definitely going - there's no escape."

My jaw dropped to the ground as I stared at her in disbelief. I believed her alright; but I wasn't sure I wanted to. My own mother went behind my back to get me a psychiatrist!? Who ever said I needed one?

"You're joking, right? It's not funny y'know. This is serious!"

"Love, I'm not joking. I wanted to help you."

Knowing there was no escape, I asked the question bothering me.

"When is the first appointment?"

"Umm..." she looked away, twiddling her thumbs. I face palmed, looking at her in shock.

"It's tomorrow, isn't it," I said with a sarcastic look.

She nodded slowly, turning to face me again.

"Oh Mum-"

"Hm! No arguments!" And she left the room.

I flopped down on my bed, groaning into my pillow. Why? Why me? Out of anyone in the world God chose me, and I was beginning to despise him for it.

Altough I always believed if you had a long streak of bad luck, good luck would come eventually, I was starting to doubt my theory. I've been having bad luck for longer than I can remember, and nothing's changed. What have I done to make God punish me so much? And when will my good luck come?

A million questions whizzed round in my mind as I lay on my bed, wishing for everything to end. There was only one way to end all the pain and that was death. But I just didn't have the strength to do it.

Soon, I felt my eyelids droop. Nothing stopped me from falling asleep, despite the fact it was only 7:00 p.m.

~

I woke up to the sound of booming music in my ears - Problem by Ariana Grande. Grinning, I sang along to the words.

"One less problem." If only I had that.

Looking at the clock on my bedside table, I saw it was 8:13 a.m. What time was I meeting the psychiatrist? What if I didn't like her? Is it a man or woman? What will we talk about? How long will it last? Endless queries made my mind foggy and I tried to shake them off as I climbed out of bed.